I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 203 An Incompetent Romance

Chapter 203 An Incompetent Romance
The sky was dark, dark clouds pressed down on the sea, and the boiling waves sang in the distance.

The sedan with its rear door open was parked quietly on the side of the road around the sea, like a black beast that could be unleashed at any moment, but now it lay gently in wait.

Kaoru Morita decided not to go any further.

Just like the protagonist in a movie, at an inexplicable juncture, at a crucial moment in the music, suddenly stopping and leaving endless blank space.

There was no other reason than that the back seats were occupied by those two young people, so she shouldn't have any role in them.

This innocent, youthful romance is so captivating!

One moment I was having a conversation with myself on the beach, and now that the main character has arrived, all eyes are off me. It seems I've lost even my role as a mere tool.

This young man was truly shameless; he'd seen plenty of so-called handsome men before. But those men all seemed very refined, going to great lengths to disguise themselves in order to get closer.

To appear flawless and make the best first impression.

But he seems to be doing the exact opposite.

He seemed so unlikable from the start, and now it's like he's become entangled with her, making the girl even more helpless.

How many times will this kind of thing happen again and again? Like a melodramatic soap opera? Will it drag on until the audience is exhausted, with one blunder after another, before finally giving everyone a satisfactory ending?
"Om."

As if out of place, amidst the sound of the waves, the cell phone, placed inside my pants and vibrating against my skin through the fabric, rang.

At this time.
She took out her phone and was shocked after just one glance at the caller's name.

In a panic, he immediately picked up his phone and answered the call.

"Hello, madam."

Do you think your method of pestering people is particularly clever, leaving them with no way to deal with it?

The barefoot girl sat in the back seat without shrinking or showing any sign of timidity.

It's as if, under any circumstances, one must always maintain the fact that one is a noble princess, a queen about to ascend the throne.

Actually, Tsukino Gen looks a bit tired in this pose, but it's still very beautiful. It's a great pose to take and hang in your living room.

"I don't think so. I just don't want to go against my own heart, so I'm just honestly doing what I want to do."

Gen Tsukino smiled as she looked at the other person, her socks and shoes placed on one side of the back seat.

"Yes, that's the kind of person you are, doing what you want without caring about other people's feelings."

She stared at him coldly, then gave him a playful smile. "In that case, wouldn't it be better if I didn't interfere with your decisions and actions? You don't like me always acting this way anyway, and you've probably complained about me behind my back many times. You've probably blamed me many times for not being as sensible as Kazama."

She spoke without any restraint.

It was like self-mockery, but also like a trial for the boy.

But this trial offered no punishment, only self-exile. It seemed as if isolating oneself from his world was a way of setting the stage for this absurd tale.

Her gaze seemed to be forcing the boy to get off the bus.

However, Gen Tsukino did not get off the train; he simply sat in the back of the carriage, quietly watching her increasingly intense expression.

"I've never thought of you that way. Of course, it's undeniable that you are a troublesome and difficult girl."

"Yeah."

"But these qualities are also part of your charm. Because of these qualities, you are the unique Asagiri Rin, and not anyone else."

"Do you think this level of capability can change everything and turn the tide?"

She laughed.

Gen Tsukino shook his head, then sat in the back seat next to her.

The girl, frowning, shifted her position, seemingly trying to create some distance, but made no move to push the other person.

Gen Tsukino sat in his familiar seat and smiled at her. "Turning what situation around? I'm not lying to you. This is the truth, and there won't be much change."

"Then what are you doing here? Expecting me to convince myself and figure things out on my own? You think you can get the best result without lifting a finger? Gen Tsukino, aren't you being a bit too optimistic?"

"What? I didn't force you to think that way. I came to see you because I wanted to. I don't expect any outcome just because I came to see you. Even if you're still like this tomorrow, still not seeing me, still ignoring me, it won't affect the fact that I came to see you now."

The girl gazed at the boy, then looked away.

"You're number one at being a scoundrel."

Asking for no results is just being a scoundrel.

Running over to find me is just being a scoundrel.

Not giving yourself more time to think and be alone when he's not around is also being unreasonable.

"This is just who I am."

The boy leaned back in his chair, offering no further explanation, and simply smiled as he spoke.

The girl turned her head away, "Don't I even have any personal time now?"

"No, it's just that I'm worried you have too much personal time and might really forget about me."

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She turned her head even further until she could see her face through the glass window behind her.

"If you've forgotten, you've forgotten. He wasn't an important person to begin with."

"That's true. If you forget someone halfway through, they're definitely not an important person. So you have to find a way to linger and prolong the time. A clown can become a master, and a stranger can become an important person."

She turned her head back, squinted her eyes, and placed her feet on the boy's feet, refusing to let them touch the ground—this was the girl's last bit of pride.

She rested her chin on her palm, gazing at me like a vixen.

"These words don't sound like something you'd say. You seem flexible and adaptable, but deep down you're more proud than anyone else. Sometimes, you even feel like I'm not good enough for you, right? Your pride means no one can affect your life or your freedom. Aren't you afraid of carrying the burden of saying these things now if you want to go back on your word later?"

They did not shake off the other person's bare feet.

Instead, picking it up is like finding a beautiful seashell on the beach and holding it in your palm.

It didn't have any smell to begin with. Every inch of this girl's body was well-maintained like a work of art, so ordinary people didn't need to worry about whether it was stained.

On the contrary, the boy's palm gave her endless warmth and strength, making her body heat up and her cheeks slightly flushed.

She tried to struggle, trying to break free from the situation that made her uncomfortable, but Tsukino Gen had no intention of letting go and held on tightly.

Seeing the other party's shameless behavior, her expression became somewhat unnatural.

Gen Tsukino said softly.

“I am indeed somewhat proud and value so-called freedom, which I believe is the ultimate purpose of human life. To achieve freedom of mind and body. Most people cannot achieve this, and I am no exception, bound by many things.”

"However, this concept can be slightly shifted now. Perhaps I would think that the meaning of freedom is that after you have enjoyed the only freedom you have, you are willing to be bound by certain people and things. That seems to be a kind of redemption."

Tsukino Gen didn't let go.

Rin Asagiri simply stopped struggling with her legs. Instead, she leaned back against the other side of the car door, letting her hair fall loose. She hugged a body pillow to her chest.

Her posture was languid, like a queen enjoying a massage and being flattered by her male favorite.

"Are you the kind of artsy, long-haired guy who likes to talk philosophy with people in bed? This seemingly open and honest way of talking, but actually saying nothing at all, is despicable and shameless."

"Then let's not talk about that."

"Then what else do you have to say?"

He looked at the other person defiantly, judging that the other person probably had nothing to say.

Gen Tsukino released her feet and stood up.

As if sensing something, and witnessing the arrival of the shadowy figure, she naturally reached out her hands to stop it.

Frowning, anger rising—an instinctive reaction to being offended.

"You are presumptuous."

The young man, who had already pressed forward, showed no sign of stopping. He descended like a king, not some gigolo or clown.

He was an irresistible knight, and an emperor who had conquered a territory, so it was only natural that he would visit him.

He grabbed her chin, ignoring her shoving hands, and pressed down on her, his eyes as resolute as a torrential downpour that would extinguish sparks.

"Tsukino Gen!"

She seemed genuinely angry, but that anger was extinguished the moment the kiss landed; at least, she couldn't utter any hurtful words.

You can only pat the other person's shoulders and back with your hands.

But this had no effect on Tsukino Gen; he was already used to her resistance and could anticipate all her possible actions. For example, biting her lip, the sweet and metallic taste flowing between their lips. She tasted it, and that's why she softened.

Forced to endure his harassment until her mind went completely blank.

But the resentment in her heart, and the lingering anger, made her want to resist in another way, such as actively raising her legs to entwine around his waist. Like a coiled serpent.

It felt like she wanted to suffocate him in her arms.

Morita Kaoru had already hung up the phone; she was somewhat afraid to look at the scene in the back of the carriage.

She could only stand in a lookout position as much as possible to prevent any passersby from getting close and witnessing this tender and affectionate scene that would make anyone blush.

Her face flushed red, like snow bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

She opened her watery eyes and saw the blood on the boy's lips. The cut matched her own teeth marks.

Some people like to leave their palm prints, while others like to trace their body shape. Seeing the shape of your teeth in this way is a novel experience.

She almost wanted to laugh, but looking at the other person's gentle features and the blood at the corner of their mouth, she couldn't bring herself to laugh.

He reached out a finger and touched the corner of the other person's mouth, then smeared that little bit of red into his palm. He released his legs from the other person's waist and abdomen. "Does it hurt?"

She asked.

Gen Tsukino smiled and nodded, "Yes, I do have my vulnerable spots too."

"You deserve it, you should have bitten your tongue off."

"Then there's no way to talk. Although my handsome face won't change, I'll lose some of my wit and humor, which is a shame."

"You're so narcissistic that I just want to shoot you."

"If we fire now, what will we do tonight?"

"tonight?"

Asagiri Rin looked at the other person strangely.

The boy straightened up, not demanding any more ambiguous or romantic gestures.

Then he looked at her and said, "Do you want to go play?"

"Where to play?"

"Go to the amusement park until 10 o'clock, then go to the nightclub to party and drink until midnight, and then climb the mountain to watch the sunrise."

"I think you're trying to murder me."

Asagiri Rin glared angrily at Tsukino Gen, "I'm a normal person, not a superwoman. I don't have time to do so many things in one night, and I have class tomorrow."

The way he answered so earnestly was kind of cute.

Gen Tsukino smiled and looked at the other person, "That's a pity. It seems I can only take you home first."

"You didn't prepare anything at all, so you could only take me home, right? Do you think that's how you win me over?"

The girl was still very angry.

Of course, you don't have to give a gift or make any preparations. After all, we know your situation and that you don't have money.

But sincerity is essential.

Anything without sincerity is just perfunctory; sweet words spoken sound like empty talk and jokes.

Is it absolutely necessary to be prepared?

Gen Tsukino blinked and asked.

Asagiri Rin answered coldly, "It's a must."

It's not like I've been acting this way for the first time; it's just that this side of me rarely shows up in front of him. It's simply a part of me, there's no need to hide it.

Besides, he provoked me, so he should pay the price and make amends. Therefore, he deserves to face his own willfulness.

Before Tsukino Gen could answer, the sound of a car approached from the roadside, its lights on, seemingly coming from a great distance.

Gen Tsukino smiled and said, "It should be soon."

"what?"

Asagiri Rin hadn't reacted yet. Although there were few people at the beach at this time, it didn't mean that no cars would pass by, since it was a highway. So she didn't realize anything in advance.

Until the car stopped not far in front of this car.

Asagiri Rin realized what was happening, and Morita Kaoru also looked over warily, only to see the car stop and two men in suits quickly get out.

They were holding a box in their hands.

At this moment, Tsukino Gen got out of the car, and two men came up to him and handed the box to the boy.

Gen Tsukino walked over with the box in his hand. Seeing the girl sitting up, he had no intention of keeping her in suspense and opened the box.

There was a pair of shoes inside.

High heels that don't require socks.

Red base with black paint.

No flashy rhinestones, classic design, and the perfect size.

He picked up the shoes, knelt on one knee in the back seat, and then held the other person's soft feet in his hands.

Looking at the girl's puzzled expression, he said.

"I thought you looked great in high heels the first time I saw you. You might not like them, but I'll make do for now. Actually, I don't know if it's weird for a JK uniform to wear high heels."

Asagiri Rin couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips slightly. "It's a terrible outfit. There probably isn't anything worse that could match it."

But she still let the boy help her put on both shoes.

Then he took her hand and got out of the car.

On the dark highway, with distant streetlights and the distant sea, it's like a world where no one else exists. It's a circular highway; driving to the end will only bring you back to the beginning, an endless cycle.

She looked at the hand holding hers and said, "If you think you can get rid of me with this, you're dreaming."

"There are also gifts."

He said this, and then led the girl to the car.

Asagiri Rin frowned. "This car? My family has plenty of cars."

"No."

The young man snapped his fingers deftly.

Then the trunk of the car opened with a click.

Inside, there were brilliant bands of light, and surrounded by them were clusters of vibrant, luscious roses.

Pink champagne roses.

A vibrant red rose.

A bewitching blue rose.

There are also several Night Queens.